Chapters (42)
- Cover Blurb
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
“I think he saw The Horniness of Khan once too many times,” Rose said. “I told him he couldn't afford my rates.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. That movie had been giving starfighter pilots giggling fits for years, despite the basement production values. Clearly, no one cared about the lack of special effects if the pilots were all attractive women, particularly women who went through everything from group sex to bondage and spanking. He briefly considered demanding the reporter’s name, then decided it was pointless if Rose didn’t want to make an official complaint.
“Glad to hear it,” he said, instead. “I would prefer not to watch our pilots die in exercises in front of a group of lusty reporters.”
“Understood,” Rose said.
Kurt sighed. He understood her need to prove herself, but it was a major headache when they were on their way to the war. Maybe, now she'd done it, she could ease off.
“They may start asking for interviews,” he added. The XO had issued additional orders concerning the reporters. “When they do, I expect you to refuse unless you have prior permission.”
“He did ask me some questions,” Rose admitted. Her face crinkled up into a droll smile that made her look pretty after all. “Most of them were really fucking stupid.”
“Why,” Kurt asked, “am I not surprised?”
He glanced at his monitor, then smiled at her. “Go get some sleep,” he ordered. The timer showed seven minutes until their first jump away from Earth. “Tomorrow, we will be starting more intensive simulations. And I will expect your pilots to be on the ball.”
Rose left, grinning. Kurt watched her go, then turned back to his paperwork. The bureaucrats, it seemed, didn't realise there was a war on. Instead of making time for further exercises, they insisted he submit updated copies of his forms prior to departure. At least they weren't nagging him for another will, thankfully. He disliked the thought of writing out – again – what he wanted to happen to his estate if he died. Molly would acquire most of it, while Penny and Percy would both get the remainder. There was no one else he wanted to mention in his will.
He hoped, desperately, that Molly would send him a message. But, by the time they jumped out of the Sol System, no message had come.
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen